where: the Yule ball
with who: Mack ( @virbellica )
René knew he wasn’t getting through the night without a little bit of a buzz. Sure, the evening had been fun so far - but one can only handle so many high society ladies asking whether or not you’re still not engaged to another eligible Pureblood.
The answer was always no, no he wasn’t.
And so it was, René found himself sneaking outside for a smoke. The night air was bitingly cold, stinging his cheeks a light pink. The thick snow crunched lightly beneath the soles of his shoes.
Once he found a spot on the grounds that felt isolated enough, he retrieved what he needed from his coat pocket. He had to cup his hands around the joint to get it lighted, and then he took a deep drag.
He exhaled, watching as the smoke curled up from his nose and mouth and swirled upwards. He took another drag - just as the sound of footfalls against snow caught his attention. With a long sigh, lamenting his interrupted session, he reluctantly turned to see who was approaching him. His demeanor shifted when he saw who the person was, however.
“Mack!” he greeted his roommate with a grin, “What are you doing out here, man? Shouldn’t you be, like...snogging someone?”